It's funny, hearing some mythical being talk about not being seen like that's a bad thing. If the people of this town, or any town, could see those wings? They'd be sure to whisk him away to some laboratory somewhere for study. Yoshiki would bet anything on it.

But then Reyson finishes up with that, and there's a low pang of understanding in Yoshiki's chest. His lips thin pensively as he looks at Reyson, focused on his face and not his oddity.

"I hadn't thought about it that way," he says, quietly, "Must be strange for you. Nobody knowing who you really are. Safer for you, but...lonelier."